As a member of the female community, this is a little hard to come to terms with. But, working in lingerie, all the crazy psychos come out, and there is but only one conclusion I can draw from this. All crazies are females.
I'm not talking your standard Gacy or Marshall Applewhite. I mean the people who come in and shit in the fitting room or piss on the bras (SEE previous blogs)
Ladies, if you want me to bra fit you, make sure you don't smell like a combo dumpster/men's locker room.
Today, this crazy bitch comes in and wants me to pin her bra so she can take it to a seamstress to get it redone for a "custom" bra. Lady... look... I hate to tell you this, but I hung you in effigy after you left. The part that I hate to tell you is that it was not actually you I strung up by the paper throat. We sell bras, just fucking buy one.
Bloggers/Readers, sorry this is so incoherently written, it's been a long day.
I'm Erin, and I'm frustrated because of crazy ladies, oh, and I've broken three vibrators now.